Time passed slowly.
The aura around Pei Ling surged and billowed like a raging ocean, powerful and unrestrained.
The entire world seemed to have grown much smaller, as though it were a cramped pond, unable to contain something colossal.
This was the 105th Dao Tribulation!
After reaching the 105th Dao Tribulation, the rate at which his aura strengthened slowed considerably.
As he carefully sensed his cultivation, a strand of red-gold hair fell beside Pei Ling's face.
Pei Ling and the Dragon Queen were both utterly absorbed, lost in their cultivation.
An unknown number of days and nights had passed since they first met.
On this day, a long wind swept across the lake, carrying damp moisture and the fresh fragrance of distant mountains.
Inside the small building, the curtains hung low, and skirts lay strewn across the floor.
A thoroughly satisfying bout of cultivation had just come to an end.
The Dragon Queen slowly rose. Her long red-gold hair fell like a brilliant halo, draped over her like a cloak and covering the new-moon curve of her breasts.
Her flawless skin glowed with a vivid flush. Her lips parted, and she breathed softly...
Nearly a month had passed. There were still things she had yet to do on this trip to the lower realm...
At the thought, Si Hanyong turned her head and glanced at Pei Ling inside the curtains. Then she waved a hand, and a palace gown of pine-green brocade, embroidered with gold and scattered with flowering branches from the four seasons, appeared on her graceful form.
In the next instant, she vanished.
Among the elegant furnishings, the traces of crimson had yet to fade, but the Dragon Queen's aura had completely disappeared from the building.
Outside, the magnolia tree swayed gently, its delicate fragrance slowly drifting through